| Must we receive pornography in our daily e-mail? I have no objections to pornography, myself, but what if I decide to check my messages when my parents are around, and I accidentally open one that has a deceptive subject line, and there's Jenna Jameson, tongue out, licking the end of a dildo [also: she is naked, because, otherwise, the licking and the sucking isn't such a big deal]? What then? What do I say? How do I respond? Do I close the window quickly? Of course, but one is never able to do that quickly enough, and someone will always turn around over to take a peek at the wrong time, and there you are: you're caught, and etc.
As this is my first blog entry, as this will be, for some of you, your introduction to myself, I need to make it a special one in order to open you up to my MIND with a bang. So, I'm going to describe what it was that I did today:
I woke up. I went to school. I went to class. I took a 45 minute break. I went to my second class. [From here on in, this is a lie.] I cried in my car, and watched people walk by outside my car, and leaned forward to stare down at the floor of my car, and someone came up to my car and knocked on the window of my car. "Hello," this person said, but I did not respond, because I did not have the resources necessary to yet speak words that would in any way make sense or ably communicate genuine information. Words mean nothing to me now, is what I'm telling you. They have no meaning apart from when I write them down on paper, or type them out into a blank space on the screen of my computer. Dead symbols, dead symbols, all. Symbols that, for me, have lost their meaning, and that's why on my television a commercial about Backyard Wrestling videogaming is playing, sharpish.
A camera hangs above a line of lockers, recording Shooter as he walks down a school hall. The recorded footage is monochromatic and grainy, and the device recording the above is a security camera, freed from any aesthetic concerns. Students are lined up against the hall’s opposing wall, and Shooter turns toward them, to speak: “If you’re a football player, step forward.” Outside, reporters swarm around yellow tape surrounding the school, while SWAT teams mobilize, prepare. But when they storm in three hours later, a dozen teachers and students, including the shooter, are dead. Why? we ask. Who’s responsible? Directly, the student who walked into school and massacred twelve people is. Indirectly, is there another? Despite an influx of wrongheaded accusations, including the obvious (videogames/movies/music), it’s apparent that a causal link can be traced backward to parental negligence. When the shooter built bombs and drew school maps and planned attack routes and shot bottles in wooded areas, where were his parents? They could have prevented it. [pause] This fictionalized account of an actual event exemplifies what can happen when the Home disintegrates, when Family no longer holds sway. |
